My Keep

Russell Smith
For inspired contest
My Keep
I feel that I have burrowed away
The outside world is held at bay
For it is here that I can play
Smell of candles in the air
In this place I do repair
And think the grandest thoughts my dears
To laugh or cry my many tears
No judge no jury of my peers
Snug on the cool sheets I may laze
To find the words that will emblaze
Feelings about our world so fair
Or perhaps I’ll write from true despair
This is my room my palace my keep
My place for joy my place to weep